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This is my second story on trueghosttales.com. My first story was called Is My Grandmas House Haunted? I would like to remind you that nothing in my stories are made up or exaggerated in any way. These are my real experiences. Coincidence? Who knows. That’s for you you to find out.

My story begins about a year ago. I have been living in the same house for about 15 years now. Nothing strange really started to happen until I turned 14. I’ve been obsessed with the paranormal for as long as I can remember and there is nothing I enjoy more than a good ghost story.

I had an older iPod handed down to me from my brother. Other than a few scratches it was still in good condition. During the day after I got home from school, I would put the iPod on my dresser in my room. At night I would take it into the bathroom because that’s …

Okay so I might jump around, here is my story I am almost 17 currently. I’ve always had those “feelings” sometimes through out my life and seen things out of the corner of my eyes.

At less than a year (my mother freaked at this one) I moved to Montana from a troubled home in my home town, and in the house we moved into I would sit in the kitchen the same spot and pet a invisible dog, I would just sit there and coo at it and talk and pet the same height, she bought me a dog after that I loved that dog, I guess it stopped for a while I never had any imaginary friends.

I’ve had experiences all my life. I cant remember at the moment the younger ones (really tired atm) but things started picking up at age 9. This experience is weird. I woke up one morning, swung my legs over and stepped …

Last winter I was researching my family tree with my mum when I came across a rather disturbing find. A Great-Great etc. relative of mine was an alcoholic who would abuse women on the street and his own wife.

Anyways, about 2-3 weeks after researching I started to have weird dreams. But they weren’t like my other dreams that were random or just all over the place, these were extremely disturbing. They were of torture and suffering, death. And as soon as I would wake up my mind would recap on them, but I never knew what would happen.

Those dreams carried on for awhile then I would wake up in the middle of the night, hot sweats and panicking.

The most terrifying thing happened a few nights after though. I was dreaming of a large forest. I was in a big black plane that was decaying and I looked out the window over the hundreds of miles of just …

This is not a scary, ghost story. Just a story that I hope warms your heart.

My Pappou (grandpa in Greek) was named Konstandinos Gregory Amentas. He was a good man. He was strong-willed yet loving. He and my yiayia brought up my father and aunt with the basis that family was the most important thing.

I am 14 years old. When I was one, my yiayia passed away. She was finally at rest from a life of pain and fighting with bone and breast cancer.

After her death, Pappou sold their house and decided to live with my family for a month, then he would alternate to my aunts house for a month. This arrangement worked out great because we have a spare room in the basement and we loved having him around.

Eight years later, on my brothers 11th birthday, we get a call from Greece. Pappou passed away. But don’t feel bad for me my friends… he …

My family had just moved into a new house, about a year ago. For some reason everywhere we would live our lights would flicker, or weird noises would come from the attic. My mom always told us that it was our grandparents watching over us.

When I first walked into my room, I felt, different, unexplainable. It wasn’t a real bad feeling it just wasn’t the same. By the time we were all done unpacking we were tired. I went off to bed. It was about 11:30 pm when I woke up to my bed having a little shake. It was shaking for a good 5 seconds till I sat up to look around and no one was in my room. About an hour later I woke up to someone sitting on the end of my bed. It kinda freaked me out. I got up and slept in the living room that night. This would happen every so often that …

Growing up, I had a step-brother and two step-sisters. But in my house, we didn’t use ‘step’, we just called them ‘brother’ or ‘sister’. My brother watched over me and loved me…

Every morning before he went to school (he was in middle school, I was in elementary), he’d tap on my shoulder to wake me up. At night, once a week, we’d say a prayer together (our family isn’t religious, but he felt we should pray).

He died almost 4 years ago. He was fatally hit by a train and died instantly on the scene.

Every morning, I wake up from someone tapping on my shoulder. No one’s there.

Once a week, on the same day we’d pray together, I’d hear his voice saying, “Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. And if I day before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.” And I always whisper it …

Linda and I met in the year 2007. The first time I met her, she seemed to be a very shy, sober and a timid person. I used to encourage her not to be shy and speak her mind and helped her to be a courageous person. Linda and I used to stay at the same house with my family. I was very happy to have her but the more time I spent with her, I got to know weird things about her. She often tells me that she has a ghost friend in this house and she talks to that ghost everyday and yes, I have seen her talking to someone alone in her room. But there was no one present there.

Whenever I asked her if it is true that she has a ghost friend then she used to say “No its just a joke”. But then again she will be like “whatever I said was true, but …

About a year ago, there was a cat in my backyard that gave birth. It was around during the summer time of 2009. I would go outside usually everyday and feed the cat and the baby kitten.

Once fall came around the weather changed and I decided to bring the baby kitten inside because of the cold weather. The mother cat was old enough and we had built an outdoor shelter for her. I made the commitment to take care of the kitten for the entire fall and winter. Her name was Hopper because she was playful and hopped like a bunny.

Eventually the kitten grew big and I decided to bring her outside back during the Spring 2010. I was happy to see that the Hopper and her mother reunited. Months later I noticed that Hopper was very ill, she was pregnant. She became very distant, and aggressive. It was very difficult to bring her inside, so I left …

I have lived in a little town called Pleasant Grove for over 15 years. I am 22 now, and have been dealing with paranormal ever since i can remember. I was six when my family and I moved here. Our first house was big and it looked just like all the other homes; play yard in the back, big beautiful trees, which our city is known for. We moved in excited, and ready to explore our new home.

The first night we slept there, my sisters and I were crammed into one of the bedrooms, since we hadn’t yet unpacked all of our stuff. My older sister, who was 11 at the time woke me up, saying that there was someone walking up and down the hallway. Me, being only 6 at the time started crying. My mom walked in upset that my sister had woken me up. Ever …

This is not that long of a story and it may not seem that scary to you reading this, but it scared me. That being said… here goes.

In the first part of the story before I went to bed my mother and I were in the living room and she was sitting to where she had a view of the stairs and I didn’t. She said she saw what looked like someone in white on them and I laughed it off and kind of made fun of her.

I often go to bed sometime between the hours of 1:00 am and 5:00 am but this night I went to bed exceptionally early for me. I most often sleep on my stomach as its the most comfortable for me. My bed is just a queen sized mattress on the floor close to the door to my room.

I had bought a brand new digital camera (not a video camera) and was testing it out at the back of my brother’s backyard in London. I took several movies with it and afterwards, had a sit down in the garden to check my movies out.

I played back one movie with me talking about his house and then the second one freaked me out! There, against his potting shed, was a moving image from one side of the shed to the other. The image was “walking”!

I showed my brother the film and he dismissed as it as light from the camera. I never gave it another thought, until I got back to Zimbabwe and showed my husband all my photos. We had a look at this particular movie and were immediately intrigued, as it really looked like a walking gnome. We have since looked several times and even showed it to our friends and everyone agrees it is …

Me, my mom and dad went to Florida to visit my grandparents. They lived about an hour away from St. Augustine. So since I thought I liked scary stuff, and we knew St. Augustine is Haunted, we went.

That night we went on a tour around the city. It was about 10:00 pm and I was tired and wanted to see something scary. Right around the first or second stop, the Tour Guide told us that “Around the 1800′s a young boy around the age of nine, always used to come to a cemetery where his father was buried. But it was a private cemetery so he wasn’t allowed in, so every time the guards came by, he would hide in a tree right next to his fathers grave stone,” I was getting scared now “But one day he got in the tree, and fell and broke his neck and died right on top of his fathers grave. They say …